Monday, March 18, 2013

Tell Me Why

There was a small county fair on the edge of a rather gritty, rundown town. My wife and I found it while on a ride and decided to go there. It was small and rather pathetic, but they were trying.

We gravitated towards the sound of the merry go round. It too was small. Not a big music making ride with mechanical drums and cymbals, it played recorded music over a speaker.

Next to this ride was a farm tent. This one had a pen of sheep on display. I like animals and visited a small pen of sheep. As I looked at the sheep the merry go round began to play. It was the music of the fifties, played on an electric organ. The Four Aces had a good disk on it, "Tell Me Why." But this recording had a mournful sound. It must have been in a minor key.

As the music began to play, I looked into the eyes of a young sheep. The sheep looked back at me as if we were friends and it wanted to speak. I thought of the fate of the sheep. After it was judged it would most likely be killed. It was the way things are.

As we walked back to the car, I was struck by the melancholy of the scene--a little ride with its sad recording. And I could not get the sheep out of my mind. The sheep were crowded into a pen. They must have heard the tune many times.

One can know why this all had to be by reading the story of the fall. It's all there, and the remedy is too. But I still felt the sorrow of it all.

Dedication

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Welcome. My name is Kymber and I have had the incredible good fortune to meet a new friend, The Last Robin.
We met through some funny circumstances over email and instantly became friends. We shared a bit about ourselves with each other and he also shared many of his stories. I was profoundly touched by his clear and elegant writing style, and also by the way he expressed complex ideas in such a simple manner. I knew that these stories needed to be shared with others!
I encouraged him to start a blog. He needed a bit of a push and a little more encouragement before finally agreeing to post all of his beautiful stories, his thoughts, ideas and musings. Trust me - he is a prolific writer AND has many, many ideas.
I hope that all of you who stop here will:
- appreciate the amount of time that The Last Robin has spent over the years writing his stories.
- come away after reading his stories and musings with a question or two in your hearts and minds with a different perspective.
- be as touched by his stories as I was after I first read some of them.
It gives me great honour and pleasure to introduce my friend, my Dear Uncle, The Last Robin.
Thank you to all who stop by!